more

i read the words

every day

each day

a new wound opens

a new cut bleeds

and i watch

as it wells to the surface

wondering if

today is the day

i learn to hate

more

than I learned to love

passionately

why can’t i

turn and face you

caress your cheek

slide my fingers

into your hair

pull you into me

and kiss you

tentatively

gently

firmly

passionately

breathlessly

secrets

a deep drawer
full of this and that
a little wooden box there
at the bottom
even older
than the old cigar box
it hides under
faded yellow ribbon
holds the lid
now slightly askew
tiny brass hinges
held loosely
by tiny brass brads
outline of a latch
long gone
bulging a bit
with yellowed pages
that look
to a curious eye
like letters of love
written long ago
tell me
what secrets do they hold
so dear?

sweet dreamer

sweet dreamer

come to me

whisper into my throat

lips tracing across

my neck

teeth nipping nape

scent of lust

sweet and cunning

secrets shared

dreams danced

like candle flame

dark wine flowing

let me breathe you

into me

rain

standing under leaden clouds

you pour over me

leaving gentle traces

across my skin

like a lover you enfold

envelope

filling the void

of dust and drought

tears of joy

mix with your essence

and stream down my face

soaked and sodden

naked and alive

trees surrounding 

an open glade

bringing fresh the odors

of earth and green

i stand alone

accepting your grace

submitting my offering

of sensual flesh

as the gods pour forth

in rain

she roared

she roared through life

not an angry lions roar

but the roar of a cheering crowd

in an open space

her smile was instant

and infectious

her reflection vague

never seeing the inside

her touch always fleeting

her kiss gentle

yet demanding more

loved and longed for

now but a memory

forsaking all others

now she is free

everything

winters hold

it doesn’t snow here anymore

but the ice has destroyed

everything

everything

trapped in a bell jar

a maelstrom of lighting and fire

abandoned by disrespect

white dress torn and muddied

hating for destroying

a mothers self worth

hating for caring

what you think anymore

pretending to believe your lies

the ink of your quill

drawn from my veins

it doesn’t snow here anymore

but the ice has destroyed

everything

who knew

there is an open door

i am stronger than you

when i am at my weakest

a hand full of forever

is a bittersweet candy

do you feel the bite

as you slide down

the razors edge

do you feel the ache of me

in your head

your bed

really, who knew

ghosts breathe so loud

i forgot

it’s thick, isn’t it

sticky, too sweet

assaulting, insulting

sickening it chokes

a rotting rotten smell

gagging and wretching

eyes watering

nasty and putrid

oh wait, i forgot

your shit don’t stink